What are some of your memories of hearing the bible? Was it a story in Sunday School? Were there bright pictures, a felt board, crayons and a coloring page? Or Maybe grandparents, parents, or a beloved neighbor read to you from a children’s bible, comfortable in a stuffed chair, snuggled on a lap, special attention just for you. How about Charlie Brown’s Christmas special when Linus explains the true meaning of Christmas? For me, it was the story of Moses parting the Red Sea and then parting it ourselves in the parish hall, each of us taking turns raising Moses’ staff as the others kicked and tossed a sea of red balloons and streamers. After Moses and a few Israelites made it through, Pharaoh’s army followed and we got to throw the balloons, some of us bopping a few soldiers on the head as they collapsed on the seafloor. And then we all changed roles, parting, passing, and balloon bopping again. It was great fun and a great story. A moment for me to fully embody a part of the bible and take it into myself.